Purgatory Lost

October 9, 2008

My brief career as stay at home bachelor has ended. Despite a job search [1] largely composed of watching CNN, and publishing libelous statements about political candidates, I have been reinserted into the corporate bosom. Thankfully it’s a much smaller corporate bosom; pert and pencil tested to my liking. My duties are multitudinous and well suited to my strengths; my coworkers likable and engaging. It is a cool opportunity that I’m genuinely looking forward to.

And yet; I was going to be a starving artist. There is little grist and misery in gainful employment; no poetry in sales support. I’ll miss the interest (and mild pity) being an aspiring writer evoked; the intrigued skepticism. I was part of vast fraternity of jobless poets and basement dwelling screen writers. I was a badly written novel away from possessing sufficient coffee house cred to host an open mic night. Now I’m a yuppie with a hobby…a top drawer full of blank verse ponderings and dry erase markers. I see grim times and company picnics ahead. Still, tepid blessings are better than none.

[1] And the Jewish lass was all “you have to send out resumes…you can’t just stay in your apartment and expect people to seek you out and offer you a job”…yet, that is precisely how I obtained the entirety of my adult employment. Proof that fortune favors the indifferent.